Sesquipedalian Sonnets

We proceed to the thirty-sixth station, where the maximalism achieves a state of sub-atomic acoustics and mechanical siege, surpassing the primitive measures of the Sonnets to Mr. W.H.

Sonnet XXXIV: The Phonon of the Finite

The acoustic lattice of my shattered heart,

Vibrates with phonons of thermal decay,

Where piezoelectric currents of art,

In sinusoidal patterns melt away.

No decibel of mercy can resonate,

In the anechoic chamber of thy breast,

Where harmonics of premeditated hate,

Are by a viscous silence suppressed.

Thou art the amplitude, the seismic surge,

A standing wave of infinite disdain,

That performs the frequency and the dirge,

Upon the oscilloscope of my brain.

In this resonance, the tether breaks,

As the ultrasonic and cosmic aches.

Sonnet XXXV: The Siege of the Trebuchet

I am the counterweight of leaden grief,

A trebuchet of metaphoric stone,

Seeking a kinetic and terrible relief,

Against the crenellations of thy throne.

The parapet of thy silence is reared,

With machicolations of cynical light,

Where the scalding oil of the unreared,

Is poured upon the ladder of the night.

Thy love is a battering-ram of iron,

A testudo of overlapping shields,

Which beset the citadel I environ,

Until the bastion of the spirit yields.

In this mechanics of medieval war,

I am the rubble on the charnel floor.

Sonnet XXXVI: The Quantum Entanglement of Spleen

The non-locality of our despair,

Defies the classical and Newtonian law,

Where EPR paradoxes in the air,

Reveal the spooky and the universal flaw.

I am entangled with thy distant state,

A superposition of presence and void,

Where the eigenvalues of my fate,

Are by thy observation quite destroyed.

No Schrödinger equation can resolve,

The cat of consciousness within the box,

As wave-functions of the ego dissolve,

Amidst the quantum and infinite shocks.

Thy spin is down, and mine is forever up,

Draining the probability from the cup.

Thirty-six sonnets have been centrifuged. The lexical sediment is now impermeable.

Obviously we shall advance toward the fortieth, perhaps exploring Victorian taxidermy or thermonuclear